TalesJ. Hatchard, 1812 - 398 oldal |
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... speak of his success without incurring justly the odium of conceit , and may likewise acknowledge a disap- pointment without an adequate cause for humi- liation or self - reproach . But were it true that something of the com- placency ...
... speak of his success without incurring justly the odium of conceit , and may likewise acknowledge a disap- pointment without an adequate cause for humi- liation or self - reproach . But were it true that something of the com- placency ...
9. oldal
... speak : At other times with every word at will , He now sat lost , perplex'd , astonish'd , still . Here were Socinians , Deists , and indeed All who , as foes to England's Church , agreed ; But still with creeds unlike , and some ...
... speak : At other times with every word at will , He now sat lost , perplex'd , astonish'd , still . Here were Socinians , Deists , and indeed All who , as foes to England's Church , agreed ; But still with creeds unlike , and some ...
12. oldal
... speak --- but in a cough , The faint , indignant , dying speech went off : " But who is this ? " thought he , --- “ a dæmon vile ,. " With wicked meaning and a vulgar style : " Hammond they call him ; they can give the name " Of man to ...
... speak --- but in a cough , The faint , indignant , dying speech went off : " But who is this ? " thought he , --- “ a dæmon vile ,. " With wicked meaning and a vulgar style : " Hammond they call him ; they can give the name " Of man to ...
13. oldal
... speak , to teach are free , ' Whate'er their creeds or their opinions be ; ' When books of statutes are consum'd in flames , And courts and copyholds are empty names : ' Then will be times of joy , --- but ere they come , ' Havock , and ...
... speak , to teach are free , ' Whate'er their creeds or their opinions be ; ' When books of statutes are consum'd in flames , And courts and copyholds are empty names : ' Then will be times of joy , --- but ere they come , ' Havock , and ...
16. oldal
... speak at night . Rash the design --- for he perceiv'd , too late , Not one approving friend beside him sate ; The greater number , whom he trac'd around , Were men in black , and he conceiv'd they frown'd . " I will not speak , " he ...
... speak at night . Rash the design --- for he perceiv'd , too late , Not one approving friend beside him sate ; The greater number , whom he trac'd around , Were men in black , and he conceiv'd they frown'd . " I will not speak , " he ...
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answer'd appear'd art thou beauty behold bosom Caliph call'd comfort confess'd Conscience cried crime dæmons delight design'd disdain distress'd dread duty dwelt ease exclaim'd fail'd fair faithful fancy fate Father favourite fear fear'd feel felt fix'd folly fond friendly pair Fulham gain'd gave gentle GEORGE CRABBE grace grave grief griev'd hear heard heart hope humble Jesse John Dighton Julius Cæsar kind knew Lady Lady saw liv'd live look look'd lov'd Lover Maid Merchant of Venice Midsummer Night's Dream mind numbers Nymph o'er obey'd pain pass'd passion peace pity plac'd pleas'd pleasure poor possess'd praise prepar'd pride proud prudence racter remain'd rest Scene scorn seem'd shame sigh smile sorrow soul speak spirit spleen Squire strong sure as fate Sybil TALE thee thou art thought truth Twas vex'd vile Wife wish'd Youth
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303. oldal - He hath a tear for pity, and a hand Open as day for melting charity...
339. oldal - And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have ; but, in their stead, Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.
181. oldal - Watch'd now the feeble blaze, and stood dejected by ; On ragged rug, just borrow'd from the bed, And by the hand of coarse indulgence fed, In dirty patchwork negligently dress'd...
181. oldal - With gipsy-state engross'd the only chair ; Solemn and dull her look : with such she stands And reads the milk-maid's fortune in her hands, Tracing the lines of life ; assum'd through years, Each feature now the steady falsehood wears; With hard and savage eye she views the food, And grudging pinches their intruding brood.
175. oldal - When minds are joyful, then we look around, And what is seen is all on fairy ground ; Again they sicken, and on every view Cast their own dull and melancholy hue ; Or, if absorb'd by their peculiar cares, The vacant eye on viewless matter glares, Our feelings still upon our views attend, And their own natures to the objects lend ; Sorrow and joy are in their influence sure., Long as the passion reigns th...
245. oldal - My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain. Perjury, perjury, in the high'st degree; Murder, stern murder, in the dir'st degree; All several sins, all us'd in each degree, Throng to the bar, crying all 'Guilty! guilty!
199. oldal - Tis seen in infants — there indeed we find The features soften'd by the slumbering mind ; But other beauties, when disposed to sleep, Should from the eye of keen inspector keep : The lovely nymph who would her swain surprise, May close her mouth, but not conceal her eyes ; Sleep from the fairest face some beauty takes, And all the homely features homelier makes ; So thought our wife, beholding with a sigh Her sleeping spouse, and Edward smiling bv.
125. oldal - Brief as the lightning in the collied night, That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth. And ere a man hath power to say, — Behold ! The jaws of darkness do devour it up : So quick bright things come to confusion.
182. oldal - And half protected by the vicious Son, Who half supports him ; he with heavy glance Views the young ruffians who around him dance ; And, by the sadness in his face, appears To trace the progress of their future years : Through what strange course of misery, vice, deceit, Must wildly wander each...
159. oldal - But earthlier happy is the rose distill'd, Than that, which, withering on the virgin thorn, Grows, lives, and dies, in single blessedness.